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'  The  little  singer  in  coat  of  blue 
Sat  on  a  bough,  then  away  he  flew, 
With  his  dear  little  mate  at  his  side. 


MEMORY  GEMS  FOR  CHILDREN 


BASED  ON  NATURE  AND  ETHICS 


Edited  and  arranged  by 
JESSIE  CARR  TYNDALL 


MILTON   BRADLEY   COMPANY 

Springfield,  Massachusetts 


COPYRIGHT,  1912 
BY  MILTON  BRADLEY  CO. 

Springfield,  Mass. 


Education 


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Library 


•To  Mothers, 

Little  GHiLi7Reri 


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PREFACE 


Mothers,  you  are  in  a  great  measure,  responsible 
for  the  lifetime  happiness  of  your  children.  Happi- 
ness is  from  within.  To  have  the  love  of  the 
beautiful,  in  nature,  given  to  little  ones  is  not  only 
your  duty,  but  ought  to  be  your  pleasure. 

The  mind  stored  with  simple,  dainty  memory 
gems,  so  simple  that  the  youngest  mind  is  not 
burdened,  is  one  way  and  a  very  important  way,  of 
accomplishing  this  end, — the  love  of  the  beautiful 
in  nature. 

Those,  who  through  life,  can  see  the  beauty  in 
nest  building, — the  beauty  in  the  waking  of  plant 
life  in  spring — the  beauty  in  the  "  golden  days  of 
the  early  fall  " — the  beauty  in  the  softly  falling 
snow,  can  never  be  unhappy,  but  may  to  the  very 
end  of  life,  be  filled  with  the  most  intense  hap- 
piness. 

The  teacher  is  the  school  mother.  It  should  be 
your  duty  and  pleasure  to  assist  the  home  mother 
in  her  loving  work  of  filling  the  minds  of  the  little 
ones,  with  a  few  of  these  beautiful  selections. 
Through  these  thoughts  given  to  them  they  will 
see  the  beautiful  and  love  it.  If  you  accomplish 
this,  your  work  has  been  nobly  done. 

To  you,  little  children,  I  give  this  collection  of 
memory  gems  because  I  love  you. 

Jessie  Carr  Tyndali. 


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MEMORY  GEMS 


What  do  you  think  I  heard, 
When  I  opened  my  window  wide? 

Tones  so  silvery,  sweet  and  strong, 
Notes  so  flutelike,  with  trills  so  long, 

The  little  singer  in  coat  of  blue. 
Sat  on  a  bough,  then  away  he  flew. 

With  his  dear  little  mate  at  his  side. 


March  nodded  to  winter,  "Good-by,  good-by. 
Off  to  your  home  in  the  north,  you  must  fly, 

Have  you  forgotten,  under  the  snow. 

The  wee  seeds  are  waiting,yes,waiting  to  grow?" 


In  the  heart  of  a  seed,  buried  deep  so  deep, 

A  dear  little  plant  lay  fast  asleep, 

"Wake,''  said  the  sunshine  "and  creep  to  the  light," 

"Wake,"  said  the  voice  of  the  raindrops  bright; 
The  little  plant  heard,  and  rose  to  see. 
What  the  wonderful  outside  world  might  be. 

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MEMORY    GEMS 

Dear  little  blossoms,  down  under  the  snow, 
You  must  be  weary  of  winter,  I  know, 

Hark !  while  I  sing  you  a  message  of  cheer. 
Summer  is  coming  and  springtime  is  here. 


V  Little  white  snowdrops,  just  waking  up, 
Violet,  daisy  and  sweet  butter  cup. 
Under  the  leaves  and  the  ice  and  the  snow, 
Waiting  to  grow. 

Nothing  so  small  or  hidden  so  well. 
That  God  cannot  find  it  and  presently  tell 
His  sun  where  to  shine  and  his  rain  where  to  go. 
Helping  them  grow. 


A  little  straw,  a  little  hair, 

A  little  feather  here  and  there. 

A  little  stick,  a  little  string 

What  is  this  pretty  little  thing? 

It  is  a  home,  a  nest. 

Where  soon  some  baby  birds  will  rest 

Beneath  their  mother's  downy  breast. 


Here  blooms  the  warm  red  clover 
There  peeps  the  violet  blue. 

Oh,  happy  little  children; 
God  made  them  all  for  you. 

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MEMORY    GEMS 


V   Sing,  pretty  birds  and  build  your  nests, 

The  fields  are  green,  the  skies  are  clear. 
Sing,  pretty  birds  and  build  your  nests, 
The  world  is  glad  to  have  you  here. 


i^  The  little  birds  fly  over. 

And  oh,  how  sweet  they  sing 
To  tell  the  happy  children 
That  once  again  'tis  spring. 


Does  your  birthday  come  in  April! 

So  does  mine. 
Oh,  isn't  having  birthdays. 

Just  fine? 


April,  April,  are  you  here? 

Oh,  how  fresh  the  wind  is  blowing! 
See !  the  sky  is  bright  and  clear, 

April,  April  are  your  here? 


Dear  little  tree,  that  we  plant  today. 
What  will  you  be  when  we're  old  and  gray? 
The  savings  bank  of  the  squirrel  and  mouse. 
For  robin  and  wren  an  apartment  house. 
The  school  boy's  ladder  in  pleasant  June, 
The  school  girl's  tent  in  the  July  noon. 
And  my  leaves  shall  whisper  them  merrily, 
A  tale  of  the  children  who  planted  me. 

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MEMORY    GEMS 

^  Who  has  seen  the  wind? 
Neither  I  nor  you; 
But  when  the  trees  bow  low  their  heads, 
The  wind  is  passing  through. 


Within  their  downy  cradles, 
Soft  pink  and  grey  and  white. 
The  tender  little  blossoms. 
Are  waking  to  the  light. 


The  little  flowers  came  through  the  ground. 

At  Easter  time,  at  Easter  time, 
They  raised  their  heads  and  looked  around. 

At  happy  Easter  time. 


Down  in  the  valley,  deep,  deep,  deep. 
Where  the  sunbeams  wink  and  peep. 

Under  the  grasses,  hiding  low. 

There's  Where  the  dear  little  violets  grow. 


The  sky,  was  it  ever  so  sunny? 

Were  fields  ever  green  like  today? 
My  heart  is  so  full,  it  brims  over 
In  laughter,  this  first  of  sweet  May. 

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MEMORY    GEMS 

Pretty  little  violets,  waking  from  your  sleep 
Fragrant  little  blossoms,  just  about  to  peep, 

Would  you  know  the  reason  all  the  world  is  gay? 
Listen  to  the  bobolink,  telling  you  'tis  May. 


When  to  the  flowers  so  beautiful. 

The  Father  gave  a  name. 

Back  came  a  little  blue  eyed  one, 

All  timidly  it  came. 

And  standing  at  the  Father's  feet, 

And  gazing  in  his  face. 

It  said,  with  low  and  timid  voice. 

Yet  with  a  gentle  grace, 

"Dear  Lord,  the  name  thou  gavest  me, 

Alas!  I  have  forgot.'' 

The  Father  kindly  looked  on  him, 

And  said,  "  Forget  me  not." 


The  flower  that's  bright  with  the  sun's  own  light. 

And  hearty  and  true  and  bold. 
Is  the  daisy  sweet,  that  nods  at  your  feet. 

And  sprinkles  the  field  with  gold. 


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MEMORY    GEMS 

Hiding  away  in  the  wildwood,  under  the  dark  green 
leaves, 

The  tiny,  timid  violet  a  beautiful  lesson  breathes. 
Oh !  teach  me  little  violet,  like  you  to  blossom  on, 

When  no  other  eyes  are  upon  me. 
And  with  God  I  am  all  alone. 


Who's  the  darling  little  girl 
Everybody  loves  to  see? 

She  it  is  whose  sunny  face 
Is  as  sweet  as  sweet  can  be. 


To  be  as  sweet  as  a  red,  red  rose, 

A  little  girl  like  you, 
Just  grows  and  grows  and  grows  and  grows, 

And  that's  what  she  must  do. 


A  little  girl  looked  all  about, 

"Oh,  where  did  the  flowers  hide?" 

Her  round  eyes  towards  the  sky  she  turned, 
"In  that  rainbow.    See,"  she  cried. 


How  do  you  like  to  go  up  in  a  swing? 

Up  in  the  air  so  blue? 
Oh!  I  do  think  it  the  pleasantest  thing, 

Ever  a  child  can  do. 

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MEMORY    GEMS 

Who  is  the  queen  of  Babyland? 

Mother,  kind  and  sweet. 
And  her  love 
Born  from  above, 

Guides  the  little  feet. 


Mother  says,  and  of  course  she  knows. 
That  clean  hands  and  face. 
Make  me  fresh  as  a  rose. 


Hundreds  of  stars  in  the  pretty  sky. 
Hundreds  of  shells  on  the  shore  together. 
Hundreds  of  birds  that  go  singing  by. 
Hundreds  of  bees  in  the  sunny  weather. 
Hundreds  of  dew  drops  to  greet  the  dawn, 
Hundreds  of  lambs  in  the  purple  clover, 
Hundreds  of  butterflies  on  the  lawn. 
But  only  one  mother  the  wide  world  over. 


Three  little  rules  we  all  should  keep. 
To  make  life  happy  and  bright. 

Smile  in  the  morning,  smile  at  noon. 
And  keep  on  smiling  at  night. 

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MEMORY    GEMS 


Whenever  I  fly 

From  my  own  dear  nest, 
I  always  come  back, 

For  home  is  the  best. 


Politeness  is  to  do  and  say. 

The  kindest  things  in  the  kindest  way. 


Kind  hearts  are  the  garden. 
Kind  thoughts  are  the  roots. 

Kind  words  are  the  flowers. 
Kind  deeds  are  the  fruits. 


The  merry  brown  thrush  sings  away  in  the  tree. 

To  you  and  to  me,  to  you  and  to  me. 
And  he  sings  all  the  day,  little  girl,  little  boy, 
"Oh,  the  world's  running  over  with  joy ; 
But  long  it  won't  be. 
Don't  you  know,  don't  you  see? 
Unless  we're  as  good  as  can  be?" 

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MEMORY    GEMS 


For  every  sunny  hour, 

A  drop  of  rain. 

For  every  cloudy  day, 

The  stars  again. 

For  every  passing  care, 

A  mother's  kiss. 

And  what  could  better  be. 

My  child,  than  this? 


Good-night,  sleep  tight, 
Wake  up  bright,  in  the  morning  light. 
To  do  what's  right. 
With  all  your  might. 


Which  ever  way  the  wind  doth  blow. 

Some  heart  is  glad  to  have  it  so. 
Then  blow  it  east,  or  blow  it  west. 
The  wind  that  blows,  that  wind  is  best. 


All  things  bright  and  beautiful. 
All  creatures  great  and  small, 

All  things  wise  and  wonderful. 
The  good  God  made  them  all. 


What  do  little  birdies  say, 

Flying   through   the   gloomy   wood? 
We  must  sing  the  gloom  away. 
Sun  or  shadow,  God  is  good. 

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MEMORY  GEMS 


Beautifu 
Beautifu 
Beautifu 
Beautifu 
Beautifu 
Beautifu 
Beautifu 
Beautifu 
Beautifu 
Beautifu 
Beautifu 
Beautifu 


ground  on  which  we  tread 
sky  above  our  head, 
sun  that  shines  so  bright, 
stars  with  glittering  light, 
summer   beautiful   spring, 
birds  that  merrily  sing, 
lily,  beautiful  rose, 
every  flower  that  grows, 
trees  and  woods  so  green, 
buds  and  blossoms  seen, 
every  little  blade, 
all  that  God  has  made. 


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MEMORY    GEMS 


Tell  me  sunny  goldenrod, 

Growing  everywhere, 
Did  fairies  come  from  fairyland, 

And  make  the  dress  you  wear? 

Lovely  are  you  goldenrod, 

I  will  try,  like  you, 
To  fill  each  day  with  deeds  of  cheer. 

Be  loving,  kind  and  true. 


Sing  a  song  of  seasons. 
Something  bright  in  all. 
Flowers  in  the  summer. 

Fires  in  the  fall. 


The  goldenrod  is  yellow, 
The  corn  is  turning  brown. 

The  trees  in  apple  orchards. 
With  fruit  are  bending  down. 


Dainty  milkweed  babies. 

Floating  in  the  air. 
Soft  and  light  as  feathers. 

Sailing  everjrwhere. 
How  I  wish,  this  morning, 

I  could  sail  like  you. 
O'er  hill  and  valley, 

I'd  go  floating,  too. 

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MEMORY    GEMS 

Cover  and  case  locked  close  together, 
Filled  with  a  curious  kind  of  feather, 

Open  the  box,  you  need  no  key. 

Oh !  pretty,  green  case  did  you  grow  for  me? 

'Twas  only  the  other  day,  I  said, 
I  must  make  my  dolly  a  feather  bed. 

And  here  is  the  softest,  fluffiest  stuff. 
Silky  and  white  and  plenty  enough. 


A  little  brown  baby  round  and  wee. 

With  the  kind  wind  to  rock  him. 

Slept  high  in  a  tree. 

And  he  grew,  and  he  grew  till. 

Oh,  dreadful  to  say! 

He  tumbled  right  out  of  his  cradle  one  day, 

Down,  down  from  the  tree  top  a  terrible  fall. 

But  the  queer  little  fellow  was  not  hurt  at  all. 

And  sound  and  sweet  he  lies  in  the  grass. 

And  there  you  will  find  him  whenever  you  pass. 


Golden  apples  hanging  high. 
Golden  bees  a-buzzing  by. 
Thirty  golden  days  that  fly, 
That's  September! 

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MEMORY    GEMS 

See  the  leaves  come  fluttering  down, 
Some  are  red  and  some  are  brown, 

Some  are  yellow  as  sunshine  fair. 
Scattering  brightness  everywhere. 


"Come  little  leaves,"  said  the  wind  one  day, 
"Come  o'er  the  meadows  with  me  and  play; 

Put  on  your  dresses  of  red  and  gold; 

Summer  is  gone  and  the  days  grow  cold." 

Dancing  and  whirling  the  little  leaves  went, 
Winter  had  called  them  and  they  were  content ; 

Soon  fast  asleep  in  their  earthy  beds. 
The  snow  laid  a  soft  mantle  over  their  heads. 


The  month  is  October, 

The  leaves  have  come  down. 
The  woodlands  are  scarlet 

And  yellow  and  brown. 


I'll  be  a  little  sunbeam  true, 

A  tiny  ray  of  light. 
And  try  in  all  I  say  and  do. 

To  make  the  world  more  bright. 

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MEMORY    GEMS 


The  busy,  busy  children, 

Are  gathering  nuts  so  brown. 

And  birds  are  gaily  planning, 
A  winter  out  of  town. 


At  evening,  when  the  lamp  is  lit. 
Around  the  fire  my  parents  sit. 

They  sit  at  home  and  talk  and  sing. 
And  do  not  play  at  anything. 


It  takes  one  little  girl  or  boy. 

Two  little  hands  to  work  and  play. 

And  just  one  little  loving  heart, 
To  make  Thanksgiving  Day. 


I  thank  thee.  Father,  for  the  care 
Which  fills  my  life  and  makes  it  fair. 

The  sunshine  and  the  pleasant  rain. 
The  seeds  which  grow  to  golden  grain. 

The  tender  love  surrounding  me 
For  all  these  gifts  so  sent  to  me 
I  thank  thee. 

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MEMORY    GEMS 


Father,  we  thank  thee  for  the  night, 
And  for  the  pleasant  morning  light. 
For  rest  and  food  and  loving  care. 
And  all  that  makes  the  world  so  fair. 


Oh,  busy  squirrel  with  shining  eyes, 

And  bushy  tail  so  round. 
Why  do  you  gather  all  the  nuts. 

That  fall  upon  the  ground? 

I  must  prepare  for  winter's  cold. 

My  harvest  I  must  reap. 
For  when  Jack  Frost  the  forests  claim. 

Within  my  hole  I  keep. 


God  made  my  life, 

A  little  light 
Within  the  world  to  glow, 

A  tiny  flame  that  burneth  bright. 

Wherever  I  may  go. 


Beautiful  hands  are  they  that  do. 
Deeds  that  are  noble,  good  and  true. 


Let  us  try  to  be  polite 

In  everything  we  do. 
Remember  always  to  say,  please. 

And  never  forget,  I  thank  you. 

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MEMORY    GEMS 


If  a  task  is  once  begun, 
Never  leave  it  till  it's  done. 

Be  the  labor  great  or  small, 
Do  it  well  or  not  at  all. 


To  do  to  others  as  I  would. 
That  they  should  do  to  me. 

Will  make  me  honest,  kind  and  good, 
As  children  ought  to  be. 


At  work  or  at  play. 
In  darkness  or  light, 

Be  true,  be  true. 

And  stick  to  the  right. 


Little  children,  you  should  seek. 
Rather  to  be  good  than  wise. 

For  the  thoughts  you  do  not  speak. 
Shine  out  in  your  cheeks  and  eyes. 


The  stars  are  in  the  sky  at  night. 
One,  two,  three,  four  or  more. 

But  baby  does  not  see  their  light. 
He  is  asleep  tonight. 

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MEMORY    GEMS 


At  evening,  when  I  go  to  bed, 
I  see  the  stars  shine  over  head. 

They  are  the  little  daisies  white. 
That  dot  the  meadows  of  the  night. 

And  often,  while  I'm  dreaming  so. 
Across  the  sky,  the  moon  will  go, 

She  is  a  lady,  sweet  and  fair. 
Who  comes  to  gather  daisies  there. 


All-night  long  the  little  stars  blink. 
All  night-long  they  twinkle  and  wink. 

All  night-long  when  we're  fast  asleep. 

Through  the  cracks  in  the  shutters  they  peep, 
peep,  peep.         

I  see  the  moon 
And  the  moon  sees  me, 

God  bless  the  moon. 
And  God  bless  me. 


Oh,  look  at  the  moon ! 

She  is  shining  up  there, 
Oh,  mother  she  looks 

Like  a  lamp,  in  the  air! 
Last  week  she  was  smaller. 

And  shaped  like  a  bow. 
But  now  she's  grown  bigger 

And  round,  like  an  O. 

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MEMORY    GEMS 

A  message  came  to  the  flowers  one  day, 
Brought  by  the  wind  from  far,  far  away, 

And  this  is  what  to  each  flower  it  said, 
"  Autumn  has  come  to  put  you  to  bed." 


Good-by,  little  flowers. 
The  icy  winds  ring, 

Snow,  blanket  them  over, 
Sleep  well  little  clover. 

Sleep  until  spring. 


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MEMORY    GEMS 

Softly  from  the  sky  are  falling 
Snowfiakes  white  as  lilies  fair; 

Gently  to  each  other  calling, 
As  they  float  down  through  the  air. 


Out  of  the  sky  they  come, 

Wandering  through  the  air. 
Some  to  the  roofs,  and  some 

Whiten  the  branches  bare. 
Some  to  the  empty  nest. 

Some  to  the  ground  below. 
Until  the  world  is  dressed 

In  a  beautiful  gown  of  snow. 


The  little  snow  people  are  hurrying  down. 
From  their  home  in  the  clouds  overhead ; 

They  are  working  as  hard  as  hard  can  be. 
Putting  the  world  to  bed. 


Little  white  feathers,  how  swift  you  go. 
Little  white  feathers,  we  love  you  so. 
We're  swift,  because  we  have  work  to  do. 
So  hold  up  your  face ;  we'll  kiss  you  true. 


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MEMORY    GEMS 


'Twas  the   night  before   Christmas 

When   all   through   the   house, 
Not  a  creature  was  stirring, 

Not  even  a  mouse. 
The  stockings  were  hung 

By  the  chimney  with  care, 
In  hopes  that  Saint  Nicholas 

Soon  would  be  there. 


Merry  bells,  Christmas  bells. 
All  the  world's  humming, 

All  you  see  are  full  of  glee. 
For  Santa  Claus  is  coming. 


While  bells  of  Christmas  ring, 

Joyous  and  clear. 
Speak  only  happy  words. 

All  love  and  cheer. 

Give  only  loving  gifts. 

And  in  love  take; 
Gladden  the  poor  and  sad. 

For  love's  dear  sake. 


I  thank  Thee  for  the  little  birds 
That  eat  my  crumbs  upon  the  sill. 
I  thank  Thee  for  the  pretty  snow 
That's  coming  down  so  soft  and  still. 

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MEMORY    GEMS 


V 


How  can  a  little  child  be  merry 
In  snowy,  blowy  January? 

By  each  day  doing  what  is  best, 

By  thinking,  working  for  the  rest. 

So  can  a  little  child  be  merry 
In  snowy,  blowy  January. 


v  Whenever  a  snowflake  leaves  the  sky. 
It  turns,  and  turns  to  say,  "  Goodby, 
Goodby,  dear  clouds,  so  cool  and  gray," 
Then  lightly  travels  on  its  way. 

And  when  a  snowflake  finds  a  tree, 

"  Good  day,"  it  says,  "  Good  day  to  thee, 

Thou  art  so  bare  and  lonely,  dear, 
I'll  rest  and  call  my  playmates  here." 


"  Help  one  another,"  the  snowflakes  said. 
As  they  cuddled  down  in  their  fleecy  bed. 

"  One  of  us  here  would  not  be  felt. 
One  of  us  here  would  quickly  melt. 

But  I'll  help  you  and  you'll  help  me. 

And  then  what  a  splendid  drift  there'll  be." 

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MEMORY    GEMS 


Cold  winds  may  blow, 
And   snows   may   fall, 

But  well  we  know 
God  cares  for  all. 


This  is  the  way  the  snow  comes  down. 

Softly,  softly  falling. 
So  He  gives  His  snow  like  wool. 
Fair  and  white  and  beautiful. 
This  is  the  way  the  snow  comes  down, 

Softly,  softly  falling. 


When  the  winter's  sun  is  shining. 

Though  the  ground  is  white  with  snow. 

With  our  prism  in  the  window, 
We  can  make  bright  colors  glow. 


Sing  a  song  of  snowflakes, 

White  and  soft  and  cool. 
Four  and  twenty  little  folks 

Running  home  from  school. 
Frisking,  laughing,  shouting. 

All  along  their  way. 
What  a  jolly  time  they  have. 

On  a  snowy  day. 

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MEMORY    GEMS 

Little  hands  that  busy  keep 
Shall  the  richest  harvest  reap. 


My  heart  is  God's  little  garden, 
And  the  fruit  I  shall  bear  each  day 

Are  the  things  He  shall  see  me  doing 
And  the  words  He  shall  hear  me  say. 


The  world  is  so  full 
Of  a  number  of  things, 

I'm  sure  we  should  all 
Be  as  happy  as  kings. 


Here  is  February, 

Such  a  tiny  thing ; 
She's  the  shortest  daughter 

Mother  Year  can  bring. 


Sunsets  red  and  quiet  air, 
Ponds  are  ice  and  trees  are  bare, 

Fields  are  frozen,  far  and  near, 
February  days  are  here. 

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MEMORY    GEMS 

A  million  little  diamonds 

Twinkled  in  the  trees, 
And  all  the  little  maidens  said, 

"  A  jewel,  if  you  please." 

But  while  they  held  their  hands  outstretched. 

To  catch  the  diamonds  gay, 
A  million  little  sunbeams  came. 

And  stole  them  all  away. 


Be  kind  and  be  gentle 
To  those  who  are  old. 

For  dearer,  is  kindness 
And  better,  than  gold. 


In  the  sky  above  us. 
Where  the  angels  dwell, 

God  will  ever  love  us, 
If  we  serve  Him  well. 


Work  while  you  work, 
Play   while   you   play; 

That  is  the  way 

To  be  cheerful  and  gay. 

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MEMORY    GEMS 

Do  you  know  how  many  children 
Go  to  little  beds  at  night, 

And  without  a  care  or  sorrow, 
Wake  up  in  the  morning  light? 

God  in  heaven  each  name  can  tell 
Knows  them  all,  and  loves  them  well. 


May  we,  like  the  clock. 
Keep  a  face  ever  bright, 

With  hands  ever  ready 
To  do  what  is  right. 


Hearts,  like  doors,  can  open  with  ease. 

To  very,  very  little  keys. 
And  never  forget,  that  they  are  these, 

"  I  thank  you,  sir,''  and  "  If  you  please." 


This  is  my  country's  glorious  flag, 
And  I  am  my  country's  boy. 

To  love  and  serve  my  native  land. 
Will  ever  be  my  joy. 


A  little  girl  may  love  the  flag 
That  floats  above  her  land. 

And  she  can  bravely  do  her  part 
To  make  her  country  grand. 

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MEMORY    GEMS 

A  little  bit  of  patience 

Often  makes  the  sunshine  come, 
And  a  little  bit  of  love 

Makes  a  very  happy  home. 


This  little  card  so  dainty, 
So  sunny,  white  and  fair. 

Brings  peace  and  loving  wishes 
For  God's  great  love  and  care. 


She's  very  sweet,  my  mother  dear, 
I  want  to  tell  her  so  right  here ; 

And  give  to  her  this  heart  of  mine. 
And  sign  myself  her  Valentine. 

We  send  you  this  sweet  valentine. 
Your  good,  true  heart  to  cheer. 

And  may  the  happiness  it  brings. 
Be  with  you  all  the  year. 


Only  to  think,  just  under  the  snow. 
Flowers  and  grasses  are  waiting  to  grow. 

Hark!   do  you  hear  them  rushing  about. 
Whispering  softly,  "  I  want  to  get  out?" 

Only  be  patient  a  few  weeks  more 
And  the  warm,  kind  sun  will  open  the  door. 

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MEMORY    GEMS 


February  sunbeams 
Brighter  grow  each  day, 

Telling  that  the  winter 
Soon  will  pass  away. 


So,  good  night. 
Slumber  on  till  morning  light. 
Slumber  till  another  morrow 
Brings  its  store  of  joy  and  sorrow. 
Fearless  in  the  Father's  sight, 
Slumber  on.    Good  night. 


In  January  falls  the  snow. 

In  February  cold  winds  blow. 

In  March  peep  out  the  early  flowers. 

In  April  fall  the  sunny  showers. 

In  May  the  roses  bloom  so  gay. 

In  June  the  farmer  mows  his  hay. 

In  July  brightly  shines  the  sun. 

In  August  harvest  is  begun, 

September  turns  the  green  leaves  brown, 

October  winds  then  shake  them  down, 

November's  fields  are  brown  and  sere, 

December  comes  and  ends  the  year. 

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MEMORY    GEMS 

A  little  bit  of  blowing, 

A  little  bit  of  snow, 
A  little  bit  of  growing. 

And  Crocuses  will  show ! 
On  ev'ry  twig  that's  lonely, 

A  new  green  leaf  will  swing. 
On  ev'ry  patient  tree  top, 

A  thrush  will  stop  and  sing. 

A  little  bit  of  sleeting, 

A  little  bit  of  rain. 
The  blue,  blue  sky  for  greeting. 

The  violets  again. 
And  ev'ry  frozen  hillside. 

Its  gift  of  grass  will  bring. 
And  ev'ry  day  of  winter. 

Another  day  of  spring. 


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TOE  REAR. 
PEAR  BIRR/" 


MEMORY    GEMS 


The  birds  are  coming  home  soon, 
I  look  for  them  every  day, 

I  listen  to  catch  the  first  wild  strain. 
For  they  must  be  singing  by  May. 


I  think  I  hear  music 
And  song,  in  my  sleep. 

Perhaps  Spring  is  coming,- 
I'll  just  take  a  peep. 


"Awake,"  says  the  sunshine,  "  'tis  time  to  get  up. 
Awake,  pretty  daisy  and  sweet  buttercup ; 

Why,  you've  been  sleeping  the  whole  winter  long; 
Hark !  Hark !  Don't  you  hear? 

'Tis  the  bluebird's  first  song." 


I  know  the  song  that  the  bluebird  is  singing, 
Out  in  the  apple  tree  where  he  is  swinging ; 

Brave  little  fellow,  the  skies  may  be  dreary. 
Nothing  cares  he  while  his  heart  is  so  cheery. 


Little  bird  upon  the  tree, 

Sing  a  song  to  me. 
Sing  a  song  of  cherries  ripe. 

In  the  early  morning  light. 

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MEMORY    GEMS 


Saucy  little   bluebird 
Singing,  off  he  flew; 

With  his  pretty  brown  vest 
And  his  suit  of  blue. 


Little  bird  blue, 

Come,  sing  us  your  song; 
The  cold  winter  weather 

Has  lasted  so  long. 


Oh,  birdies  golden,  gray  and  blue. 
Wren,  robin,  bobolink  so  gay. 

Though  May  had  all  beside  but  you. 
She'd  not  be  May. 


Robins  in  the  tree  tops, 
Blossoms  in  the  grass. 
Green  things  a-growing 
Everywhere  you  pass. 


How  pleasant  the  life  of  the  birds  must  be. 

Living  above  in  a  leafy  tree ! 
And  away  through  the  air  what  joy  to  go. 

And  to  look  on  the  green,  bright  earth  below, 

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MEMORY    GEMS 

Swallows,  robins,  thrushes, 
Singing  loud  and  gay, — 
Who  could  ask  for  sweeter  sounds 
Than  these  on  a  spring  day? 


"Peep,   peep,   peep,'*   says   she; 
One,  two,  three — one,  two,  three. 
Little  birds  who  wait  for  me. 
One  is  yellow,  two  are  brown, 
On  each  head  a  scarlet  crown. '^ 


Who  taught  the  bird  to  build  her  nest 
Of  wool  and  hay  and  moss? 
Who  taught  her  how  to  weave  it  best 
And  lay  the  twigs  across? 


A  little  bird  with  feathers  brown. 
Sat  singing  in  a  tree; 
The  song  was  very  soft  and  low. 
But  sweet  as  sweet  could  be. 


Said  robin  to  the  blue  bird, 
"My  nest  I  now  must  build. 

And  shortly  you  shall  see  it. 
With  pretty  blue  eggs  filled." 

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MEMORY    GEMS 

Over  my  shaded  doorway, 
Two  little  brown  winged  birds 

Have  chosen  to  fashion  their  dwelling 
And  utter  their  loving  words. 


Under  my  wings  safe  from  cold  and  harm, 
Five  little  eggs  lie  cozy  and  warm; 

Blue  are  these  eggs  as  the  summer  sky. 
And  each  holds  a  secret  for  bye  and  bye. 


Hidden  away  in  the  elm  tree  up  so  high. 
Three  little  birds  in  a  cradle  wee,  near  the  sky; 
All  tucked  away  so  tenderly,  safe  and  warm. 
Rocked  by  the  breezes  silently,  safe  from  harm. 


The  old  woodpecker  is  hard  at  work, 

A  carpenter  is  he ; 
And  you  can  hear  him  hammering 

His  nest  upon  the  tree. 


Over  in  the  meadow. 
In  a  nest  built  of  sticks. 
Lived  a  black  mother  crow 
And  her  little  crows  six. 

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MEMORY    GEMS 


Over  in  the  meadow, 
In  a  hole  in  a  tree, 
Lived  a  mother  blue  bird 
And  her  little  birdies  three. 


There  are  many  soft,  downy  cradles, 
But  one  that  I  love  the  best. 

Is  up  in  the  ehn  tree  swinging,— 
An  oriole's  cozy  next. 


Of  all  the  weavers  that  I  know, 
The  oriole  is  the  best; 

High  on  the  branches  of  the  tree. 
She  hangs  her  cozy  nest. 


A  bird  sits  swinging  in  our  tree, 
This  is  the  song  she  sings  to  me ; 

**0h,  don't  you  touch  my  little  nest, 
But  leave  my  birdies  there  at  rest." 

Dear  little  bird,  you  need  not  fear. 
Your  nest  to  me  is  very  dear ; 

So  sing,  dear  bird,  your  very  best. 
While  all  day  long  your  birdies  rest. 

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MEMORY    GEMS 

I'm  a  Robin  Redbreast, 
My  nest  is  in  the  tree, 

If  you  look  up  in  yonder  elm, 
My  pleasant  home  you'll  see. 

Within  our  pretty  little  nest 
Arranged  with  loving  care. 

Are  five  sweet  speckled  little  eggs ; 
Don't  tell  the  boys  they're  there ! 


The  humming  bird !    The  humming  bird ! 

So  fairy  like  and  bright ; 
It  lives  among  the  sunny  flowers, 

A  creature  of  delight. 


The  brown  owl  sits  in  the  ivy  bush. 
And  she  looks  so  wondrous  wise, 
With  a  horny  beak  beneath  her  cowl, 
And  a  pair  of  large  round  eyes. 


Oh,  look!    look!   what  I  have  found, 
A  sparrow's  nest  upon  the  ground; 
A  sparrow's  nest,  as  you  can  see, 
Blown  out  of  yonder  old  elm  tree. 

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MEMORY    GEMS 


God  made  the  pretty  bird  to  fly, 
How  sweetly  has  she  sung; 

And  though  she  flies  so  very  high, 
She  won't  forget  her  young. 


Whistled  the  blackbird  to  his  mate, 
"I  think  we  had  better  go,  dear; 
Showers  of  gold  and  purple  leaves. 
Fields  that  are  brown  and  yellow  sheaves 
Tell  of  the  coming  snow,  dear, 
I  think  we  had  better  go,  dear." 


The  north  wind  doth  blow. 
And  we  shall  have  snow. 
And  what  will  the  robin  do  then? 
He'll  sit  in  the  barn 
And  keep  himself  warm 
And  tuck  his  head  under  his  wing, 
Poor  thing ! 


When  all  the  ground  with  snow  is  white. 

The  merry  snowbird  comes. 
And  hops  about  with  great  delight 

To  find  the  scattered  crumbs. 

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MEMORY    GEMS 

The  ground  was  all  covered  with  snow  one  day, 
And  two  little  sisters  were  busy  at  play ; 
When  a  snowbird  was  sitting  close  by  on  a  tree, 
And  merrily  singing  his  chick-a-dee-dee. 


A  bird  that  stays  in  wintry  days, 
A  friend  indeed,  is  he ; 

And  better  than  all  other  birds 
I  love  the  Chickadee. 


Come,  pretty  little  snowbird 
With  white  and  downy  breast; 

Come  tell  me  where  youVe  hidden 
In  your  secret  winter  nest. 

When  all  the  ground  is  covered 
With  flakes  of  purest  snow. 

Then  out  you  come  and  hop  around 
And  flutter  to  and  fro. 


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PEAR 


LITTLE 


MEMORY    GEMS 

Where  did  you  come  from,  baby  dear? 

Out  of  the  ever3nvhere  into  the  here. 
Where  did  you  get  your  eyes  of  blue? 

Out  of  the  sky  as  I  came  through. 


Sleep,  baby,  sleep! 

Thy  father  watches  his  sheep; 
Thy  mother  is  shaking  the  Dreamland  tree 

And  down  comes  a  little  dream  on  thee. 


What  do  they  do  in  Babyland? 

Dream  and  wake  and  play, 
Laugh  and  crow, 

Shout  and  grow; 
Jolly  times  have  they. 


Little  baby,  lay  your  head 
On  your  pretty  cradle  bed. 
Shut  your  eyelids,  now  the  day 
And  the  night  are  gone  away; 
All  the  clothes  are  tucked  in  tight. 
Little  baby  dear,  goodnight. 

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MEMORY    GEMS 


Where  do  all  the  babies  go? 

I  know,  I  know. 
In  the  glancing  firelight  warm, 
Safely  sheltered  from  all  harm. 
Soft  they  lie  on  mother's  arm, 

That  is  where  they  go. 


Sleep  and  rest,  sleep  and  rest. 

Father  will  come  to  thee  soon ; 

Rest,  rest  on  mother's  breast. 

Father  will  come  to  his  babe  in  the  nest. 

Sleep,  my  little  one,  sleep,  my  pretty  one,  sleep. 


Baby  sleeps,  so  we  must  tread 
Softly  round  her  little  bed. 
And  be  careful  that  our  toys 
Do  not  fall  and  make  a  noise. 


Slumber,  slumber,  little  one  now. 
The  bird  is  asleep  in  his  nest  on  the  bough. 
The  bird  is  asleep,  he  has  folded  his  wings. 
And  over  him  softly  the  dream  fairy  sings. 


Would  you  know  the  baby's  skies? 

Baby's  skies  are  mother's  eyes; 
Mother's  eyes  and  smiles  together 

Make  the  baby's  pleasant  weather. 

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MEMORY    GEMS 

A  kiss  when  I  wake  in  the  morning, 
A  kiss  when  I  go  to  bed, 
A  kiss  when  I  burn  my  finger, 
A  kiss  when  I  bump  my  head. 

A  kiss  when  I  give  her  trouble, 
A  kiss  when  I  give  her  joy ; 
There's  nothing  like  mama's  kisses, 
To  her  own  little  baby  boy. 


In  through  the  window  a  moonbeam  comes. 
Little  gold  moonbeam  with  misty  wings; 

All  silently  creeping,  it  asks,  "Is  he  sleeping. 
Sleeping  and  dreaming,  while  mother  sings.'' 


What  does  little  baby  say. 

In  her  bed  at  peep  of  day? 
Baby  says,  like  little  birdie, 

"Let  me  rise  and  fly  away." 
Baby,  sleep  a  little  longer. 
Till  the  little  wings  are  stronger. 
If  she  sleeps  a  little  longer. 
Baby,  too,  shall  fly  away. 

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MEMORY    GEMS 


Rock-a-bye  baby  on  the  tree  top, 
When  the  wind  blows  the  cradle  will  rock; 

When  the  bough  breaks  the  cradle  will  fall; 
Down  will  come  baby  and  cradle  and  all. 


Whisper  to  my  darling 

That  mother's  heart  will  keep 
A  watch  o'er  every  movement 

While  baby  is  asleep. 


The  sun  has  gone  from  the  shiny  skies, 

Bye — baby — bye. 
The  dandelions  have  closed  their  eyes, 

Bye — baby — bye. 
And  the  stars  are  lighting  their  lamps  to  see 
If  the  babies  and  squirrels  and  birds,  all  three. 
Are  sound  asleep  as  they  ought  to  be ; 

Bye — baby — bye. 


Now  who  could  picture  a  form  more  sweet 
Than  our  baby  boy  with  his  dimpled  feet. 

On  mother's  lap  so  soft  and  warm? 
We  bless  the  day  when  he  was  born. 

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TOE 

BEAUTIFUL 
FLOWER-T 


MEMORY    GEM  S 

Think  what  a  host  of  queer  little  seeds, 
Of  flowers  and  mosses  and  ferns  and  weeds, 
Are  under  the  leaves  and  the  ice  and  the  snow, 
Waiting  to  grow. 


Oh,  you  Pussy  Willow, 

Pretty  little  thing. 
Coming  with  the  sunshine 

Of  the  early  spring ; 
Tell,  Oh,  tell  me  Pussy, 

For  I  want  to  know. 
Where  it  is  you  come  from 

How  it  is  you  grow. 


A  little  rain  and  a  little  sun. 

And  a  little  pearly  dew, 
A  pushing  up  and  a  reaching  out. 

Then  leaves  and  blossoms  all  about ; 
And  that's  the  way  the  flowers  grow. 
Don't  you  know? 


Oh,  it's  a  comfort  to  know. 

Buttercup,  daisy,  like  sunshine  and  snov/, 
Little  flower  faces  not  one  do  I  lack. 

Little  flower  people,  you  always  come  back. 

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MEMORY    GEMS 


Wake,  wake,  little  flowers, 
And  gladden  the  earth; 

The  birds  are  all  singing 
To  welcome  your  birth. 


Golden  sunshine,  silver  rain. 
Each  its  work  is  doing; 

Birds  and  bees  and  blossoms  fair. 
Now  the  world  renewing. 


Wake  up,  little  daisy. 
The  summer  is  nigh; 

The  dear  little  robin 
Is  up  in  the  sky. 


In  spring  when  stirs  the  wind,  I  know 
That  soon  the  crocus  buds  will  show; 

For  'tis  the  wind  that  bids  them  wake. 
And  into  pretty  flowers  break. 


Under  the  green  hedges,  after  the  snow. 
There  do  the  dear,  little  violets  grow; 

Hiding  their  modest  and  beautiful  heads. 
Under  the  hawthorn,  in  soft  mossy  beds. 

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MEMORY    GEMS 


Only  a  little  seed, 
Very  small  indeed; 

Put  it  in  the  ground, 
Wait  and  see 

What  it  will  be. 


To  the  great  brown  house,  where  the  flowers  live. 

Came  the  rain  with  its  tap,  tap,  tap ; 
And  whispered,  "Violet,  Snowdrop  and  Rose, 

Your  pretty  eyes  you  must  now  unclose." 


The  spring  is  here,  the  gentle  spring. 

The  flowers  will  open,  the  birds  will  sing, 

The  sun  will  shine,  the  lambs  will  play 
And  little  children  will  be  gay. 


Dear  little  violet. 

Don't  be  afraid. 
Lift  your  blue  eyes 

From  the  rock's  mossy  shade. 
All  the  birds  call  for  you. 

Out  of  the  sky; 
May  here  is  waiting. 

And  here,  too,  am  I. 

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MEMORY    GEMS 


The  lilacs  are  in  blossom, 

The  cherry  flowers  are  white ; 

I  hear  a  sound  above  me, 
A  twitter  of  delight. 


God  made  the  sky,  that  looks  so  blue. 
He  made  the  grass  so  green. 

He  made  the  flowers,  that  smell  so  sweet. 
In  pretty  colors  seen. 


For  flowers  that  bloom  about  our  feet. 
For  tender  grass  so  fresh  and  sweet. 
For  song  of  bird  and  hum  of  bee. 
For  all  things  fair,  we  hear  or  see. 
We  thank  Thee,  Heavenly  Father. 


We  love  the  flowers,  the  little  flowers. 

So  beautiful  and  bright; 
They  come  to  cheer  our  dreary  hours. 

They  come  for  our  delight. 


Each  little  flower  that  opens. 
Each  little  bird  that  sings, 

God  made  their  glowing  colors. 
He  made  their  tiny  wings. 

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MEM  O  RY    GEMS 

The  flowers  are  blooming  everywhere, 

On  every  hill  and  dell; 
And,  oh,  how  beautiful  they  are, 

How  fragrant,  too,  they  smell. 


First  the  blue  and  then  the  shower. 
Bursting  bud  and  smiling  flower. 

Brooks  set  free  with  tinkling  ring. 
Birds,  too,  full  of  song  to  sing. 

All  things  ready  with  a  will, 
April's  coming  up  the  hill. 


Apple  blossom  sat  in  a  tree. 

Out  of  a  little  green  bud  came  she ; 

Her  dress  was  made  of  pink  and  white. 
Cut  in  five  petals  so  soft  and  light. 


Oh,  little  flowers,  you  love  me  so, 
You  could  not  do  without  me ; 

Oh,  little  birds,  that  come  and  go. 
You  sing  sweet  songs  about  me. 


A  little  daisy  in  a  meadow  grew. 
Kissed  by  the  sunshine  and  fed  by  the  dew; 
And  gaily  she  sang  to  the  passerby. 
Was  ever  a  daisy  so  happy  as  I?'' 

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MEMORY    GEMS 


Pretty  little  buttercup, 
Shining  bright  as  gold, 

Drops  of  purest  sunshine. 
In  your  cup  you  hold. 


Oh,  dandelion,  yellow  as  gold. 

What  do  you  do  all  day? 
I  just  wait  here  in  the  tall  green  grass. 

Till  the  children  come  to  play. 

And  what  do  you  do  when  your  hair  is  white, 

And  the  children  come  to  play? 
They  take  me  up  in  their  dimpled  hands 

And  blow  my  hair  away. 


Plant  lilies  and  lilies  will  bloom. 
Plant  roses  and  roses  will  bloom. 
Plant  love  and  love  to  you  will  bring 
The  fruit  of  the  seed  you  sow. 


June  brings  tulips,  lilies,  roses. 
Fills  the  children's  hands  with  posies. 


Oh  summer,  summer,  summer's  here. 

With  suns  and  showers. 
With  birds  and  bees  and  full  leaved  trees. 

And  gaily  colored  flowers. 

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AUG  1?  1979 

nm  Q  ^  ^^^^ 

J  UH  ^ 

UNIVERSITY  OF  CALIFORNIA,  BERKELEY 
FORM  NO.  DDIO,  10m,  1  1/78       BERKELEY,  CA  94720 


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